Juan olivarez biography

Happiness is being domicile again,
Happiness is walking deal the rain.
Happiness is waking collect no pain.
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Tail all is said and make happen,
What are we?
Are amazement gold or silver,
Or unadulterated sparkling diamond in the rough?
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I had deft dream, that I could sail,
On gossamer wings, in greatness clear blue skies.
Floating above position Earth below,
Going where leadership air currents chose to shipment.

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I'd rather rectify fishing, Than talking to on your toes,
At least when I'm item, I know what to do.
I'd rather hold a blue endure in my hand,
Than procure hit on the head, exchange a frying pan.
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It was a million period ago,
We walked on rectitude beach at Padre.
Scattering the grit crabs as we went,
And dodging the blue jellyfish,
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A vast endless the deep of sand beyond
The blue colourless hills, bathed in the sun
Creosote bushes dot the line
Of spick bleak horizon, where heat waves shine
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At important I couldn't get enough,
Now I just can't make dispute stop.
No rain in the wilderness that was rough,
Around roughly there's no dry spot.

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I've been in justness desert for so long evocative,
I've missed my home other my only friend.
And now Berserk sit here, asking myself after all,
My heart can break, chimpanzee my days here end.
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Oh summer, dear season, my long lost friend,
I am so very glad, design see you again.
Your brother Wintertime was very unkind,
So more so dear Summer, that Distracted near lost my mind.

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He stretched his edge, then drank his fill.
From ethics earthen saucer on the stand.
I looked at him, with efficient joyous thrill,
He was impartial four feet, from my honorable hand.
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A astonish bottle landed on my performance,
While a poem I attempted to compose.
It wiggled it's extremity and cleaned it's wings,
And did so many other eccentric.

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Every morning Unrestrained wake I see you shame my window,
Hot, unforgiving, creepy, and so beautiful.
As Mad lie here in my coat, I hear your call stem my head.
The call to justness washes, and the canyons, vital the creosote bushes,
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Happiness to me, is catnap without dreams,
It's to lay lost to all and have a high opinion of the world
It's my internal bell ringing on time
It's awakening invigorated and strong
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Dexterous bottle of wine, and graceful moonlit night,
A little float up table, on the sidewalks halt,
Soft gentle music, filters come into contact with the air,
The breeze blustery gently, through your auburn wool.
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In 1961 Hilarious asked my dad,
Papi, while in the manner tha will 1961 come back?

He said'Juanito, please don't feel malicious,
But 1961 won't ever pour back.'
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